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... eyes out because of you . " I paid no attention to Hannah's words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had had to go to Novorossisk on a three - day ...
... eyes out because of you . " I paid no attention to Hannah's words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had had to go to Novorossisk on a three - day ...
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... eyes . It works very well . " We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and drove down the main street , Bolkhovskaya Street . We met many acquaintances . We even ran into the head of the arsenal , General Sarandinak , driving in a ...
... eyes . It works very well . " We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and drove down the main street , Bolkhovskaya Street . We met many acquaintances . We even ran into the head of the arsenal , General Sarandinak , driving in a ...
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... eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies - the generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov , Kuropatkin , and Rennenkampf . Kazansky had reached the rank of adjutant general , had ...
... eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies - the generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov , Kuropatkin , and Rennenkampf . Kazansky had reached the rank of adjutant general , had ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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